A/N: Now I've decided to write a whole year in the life of Harry and Draco, obviously starting with Christmas Can Wait and then with this. A few details of the timeline: the epilogue never happened, Harry and Draco are 33 years old (real time) and Hermione had Rose around September 2013 (I know she was born in 2006 in canon but idc). I hope you enjoy this little project, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything and no profit is made from this.
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"Did you know that a traditional 'love heart' shape is based on either a woman's backside when bent over or the shape of the labia when it's opened out?"
Harry raised his head from the book in his hands to look at his lover, who was staring back intently, waiting for an answer. He then put his head back down and carried on reading.
"When I told you to look for something interesting related to Valentine's Day, I meant like a popular restaurant or a sleazy hotel people visit, not the origins of the love heart. Do you even know what labia are?" Harry spoke without lifting his head.
Draco looked over to where Harry was sitting on the arm chair: book open in one hand, a cup of tea in the other. "Of course I know what labia are. Just because I don't sleep with women, doesn't mean I'm completely ignorant to their genitalia," Draco drawled.
He looked back at his laptop screen, genuinely interested in what he had stumbled upon. "Wait wait, listen to this theory," he said excitedly. Harry sighed and looked towards the blond haired man. "'The traditional shape of the 'love heart', which is most commonly associated with relationships and Valentine's Day, is modelled on what two anatomical hearts would look like if stitched together.' I like that one."
Harry looked at Draco quizzically. He leaned forward to put his cup and his book, still open, onto the coffee table. "Why? Why do you need to like one these theories? Can't you just accept the other ones as well, even though you don't like them?" Harry had a slight smile on his lips, in a playful, mocking manner.
Draco continued to click down the page with his brow furrowed, missing Harry's expression. "Oi you, I do accept the former theories, it's just that I thought that something that represents love should be universal and not based on a male's voyeuristic obsession with a woman's body. As a man engaged to another man, I thought you'd agree with me. Clearly that Weasley girl left her mark etched in your brain when you pounded her after the war." Draco looked up at Harry, fluttered his eyelashes and blew a kiss towards his fiancé.
Harry sat forward and put his elbows on his knees. He then put his head in his hands and groaned. "I sincerely regret telling you about that now," he mumbled. He cringed at the thought of the amount of sweaty, young sex he and Ginny had had after the war and how he thought they were in love and how she always wondered why Harry took her from behind. When he had finally called it off with her, mainly because she found his gay porn, and told her that he was gay, she cried and told him she knew, she just chose to ignore it because she knew it was right for them to be together. Harry told her that she deserved someone that she could fall in love with, not fall in love with the idea of being with. She had accepted this and they were now closer than ever, like brother and sister, how it should be. But that didn't mean that Harry wanted to be teased about his heterosexual misdemeanours mercilessly that happened sixteen years ago.
Looking towards Harry, Draco closed his laptop and placed it on the sofa next to him. He stood up and walked towards Harry, who was still bent over with his eyes closed. Harry felt a presence so he moved his elbows from his knees and bent further over so his chest was on his lap and his fingertips grazed the monochrome rug that was placed under the coffee table, in front of the fireplace.
Not liking being shut out, Draco crossed his arms and huffed. "Look, we all have things we regret. I nearly had sex with Pansy for Merlin's sake! Suck it up Potter, I want you to read to me." Harry didn't move an inch; the only movement that came from him was the subtle rise and fall of his chest from his soft breathing. "If you read to me, I'll suck you off later." Draco smiled to himself as Harry sat back up and stretched.
"You know you're basically prostituting yourself out just so you can get what you want," Harry said, looking up at his fiancé, "not that I'm complaining."
"Yeah yeah chosen one, move over. What are you reading anyway?"
"A muggle book about two lovers being reunited five years after he went away for war. She's married to another man and has a baby though, so it's complicated."
Draco sat in the dip between Harry's crossed legs and let his gangly limbs hang over the other arm of the chair while putting his head on Harry's shoulder. "Oh so a happy story then," Draco said sarcastically.
"Do you want me to read to you or not?"
So Draco stopped talking and focused on the regular rhythm of Harry's heartbeat. Harry, with his book in hand, carried on reading from where he had stopped earlier.
"'He had one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced, or seemed to face, the whole external world for an instant and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favour. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself.'"
Harry stopped reading and looked at Draco's pale face. He had his eyes closed but his face held a happy expression, like he was dreaming of something beautiful.
"This sounds like gay erotica to be honest. Why have you stopped reading?"
The pink of the insides of Draco's lips invited Harry to kiss his partner. Harry put down his book and stroked Draco's face. Draco opened his eyes and began to open his mouth but when he saw the lust and admiration in Harry's eyes, he stopped and looked down. And then he looked up through his eyelashes and smiled.
"You have one of those smiles. Oh I do love it when you smile," Harry whispered and he ran his thumb across Draco's bottom lip. He then put his hand under his lover's jaw and pulled him towards his own lips. When their lips met, Harry found some urgency and used his other arm that was trapped underneath Draco's body to pull the blond's torso towards him, making their chests touch.
Draco, now caught up in the moment, lets his hand wander towards Harry's hair and make nest there. Harry loved the closeness and wanted to be closer still. His tongue entered Draco's mouth and roamed around until it found its partner in crime. A moan of ecstasy escaped from Draco's lips and then he bit down on Harry's tongue. Harry's head jerked back. The moment was over.
"What the fuck Draco?"
"I haven't even got my present yet and you think you're going have your way with me? I don't think so big boy."
Draco rose from Harry's lap and went to kneel in front of the fireplace. He picked up some floo powder and chucked it into the pit.
"Cupid's Comfort!"
Harry let Draco do whatever he was doing and went over to the kitchen to nurse his bleeding tongue. He ran the tap and stuck his head under the spout.
"Harry, food's here."
Harry turned off the tap and wiped his face with the back on his hand. His tongue didn't hurt at all now, it was numb instead. "I'm not hungry. Do you want your present?"
Draco all but forgot about the food and ran over from his seat on the sofa and stood in front of Harry. "Yes please fiancé."
Without another word, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and apparated away.
A moment later, they were standing in a room, with a high ceiling with pieces of mismatched furniture. The whole thing gave off a scent of 'expensive'. Draco opened his eyes as soon as he realised they had landed and broke out of the grip Harry had on him.
"Where are we?"
"We are at our new home."
Draco's head whipped around towards Harry faster than a seeker that had spotted the snitch.
"Excuse me?" He barely got the words past his teeth.
"You heard me. This is your Valentine's Day present. I bought a house." Harry's voice echoed through the room. "I thought we could use a bigger place since we're getting married and um…"
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and kissed him softly. "This is the best present I've ever got and ever will get." His face changed from affectionate to sour. "Why do you always have to outdo my presents? What with Christmas and all, my presents are pointless!" He kissed the black haired man again and then released his embrace. Taking hold of Harry's hand, Draco stared at the room. They stood in companionable silence for a few moments, just staring into what seemed to be their future.
"My Easter present is going to be amazing."
"Draco, I love you, but shut up. Easter isn't until the end of April. Just enjoy what we have now." Harry squeezed Draco's hand.
Sighing reluctantly, Draco let any thought about Easter vanish from his mind.
"I know what we can enjoy now…" Draco looked at Harry with a raised eyebrow, seductively. Harry stared at him expectantly.
Suddenly, Draco ran towards the side of the room they were currently in, towards the stairs, taking Harry with him.
"You better hope there's a bed up there Potter, or your back is going to ache!"
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A/N 2: I hoped you liked it! The passage that Harry read was from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald just because I'm studying it at the moment in my English Lit class. As you probably guessed, I'm going to be writing an Easter fic (ahhhhh) and probably going to carry this on throughout the year, even their wedding (bigger ahhhhhh)! Let me know what you think and stuff and Happy Valentine's Day!
